Bucketing bloody rain and windy. Lil Kate continues to spend half the evening talking on MSN to her non-boyfriend. As we approach the solstice my mood darkens.
Last night Paul pulled out a bunch of LP’s. We listened to Bonnie Raitt’s Give It Up (I had never heard it and frankly was stunned at its utter gorgeousness) and the Stones’ Sticky Fingers all the way through and listened to parts of Roxy Music’s Country Life. Man, Phil Manzanera is one of the best guitarists on the planet. I had scolded Paul the other night for always sitting passively in the living room while other people’s musical taste ruled the roost, so I think he, uh, what’s that phrase, announced his presence with authority. More tonight, I can hardly wait to see what else we’ll hear. And no scratches – he took good care of his LP’s. But holy wtf we need new speakers! Those Advents have frisked their last biscuit.
Remind me to list the albums all five of us can listen to, it’s a very funny list.
